Month: November 2011

We can hang out. We can chill. We can cuddlefuckpartykissmakeoutbond but we CAN NOT fall in love. How many times have you heard that one? Like actually directly: “Look I like you but this whole relationship; love shit, it aint goin down.” Which ok I get and I’m totally cool with but to a point. We’re young we should be dating and finding out what we want out of life never mind love but is there really something so terrible about just letting it happen?

Emotionally unavailable people blow. Always. In any form of relationship. I personally am a runner. I’ll own up to it. When things get too real when I could be blindsided. When a bitch could break my heart and leave me well…crying watching The Notebook and eating Papa Johns…wait. What? As I was saying – I’m gone. OUT. Haithiswasfunbutireallygottagonow. I’m working on it. I hear its called growing up. But while I am a runner I am not a heart waller. What is a heart waller you ask? A heart waller is someone who could very well be incredibly charming. They may be amazing. But their heart? Their heart is under lock and key. Try all you’d like. But sorry Charlie you are not allowed.

When our parents were our age bitches were MARRIED. Now I am by no means trying to wife anyone (unless…any takers?) but it is really interesting that the generation gap between us and our parents extends into love. Let’s face it us New Yorkers extend our youth as far as possible. Find me another city where its ok for people in their thirty’s to have roommates and no set partner. I’m by no means hating. But the speed of NYC, the pretenses of why most of us are here, it all sets us up for a super unloving way of life.

It also can not be ignored that for us gays the whole marriage thing was never an option until recently so we could kind of file it under #shitthatsnevergoingtohappen and be kiddie winks forever. But guess what homo’s? We can now. At least here in the tri state. Which means our parents can now apply the same pressure on us that they’ve been hassling our siblings with. That’s right. The Christmas is going to come, when mom is all so when are you going to stop going to that Cubby place and actually find a decent girl? Wham bam mom got real. So when are you? Hm?

I shall go back to my ever reliable source into the minds of lesbians OkCupid. My research (creeping) has left me scratching my head. OkCupid IS a dating site…implying that those on it are looking for…dates…and possibly (cover your lesbian ears) love. You’re like no way in hell am I meeting my future boo thang online. But let’s pause for a second. Is it less embarrassing to explain to mom and dad or any straight friend, that you two met plastered after drinking way too many 2 dollar margs (straight friends will understand) OR at a party with a word like cunt,titty,finger,lesbo in the title?

“I don’t know dad the dancers cleared off the stage at Truck Stop and I saw her standing there post lapdance and I was all fuck, mother of my unborn children. Right there.”

But back to the question at hand. Why is love so scuurry? I actually want to know. Why? What’s the problem? Being busy sucks. Being in school and constantly being busy and working a job sucks. Being stuck in a well for 8 hours sucks. Love, love sometimes sucks too. But all of those moments seem a bit less sucky when you can pick up your phone emoticon filled and all and see: Baby I ❤ you.

Ok its not that serious. But you know…winter is coming aka lesbian wifing season. I know you want someone to knit that scarf for and watch re runs of The L Word while playing with your brand new kitten. Don’t even lie. You dream of that snow day.

So we all have that lesbian moment when we spot a girl who takes our breathe away and than alas you see her link hands with her boyfriend. #lesbianproblems. And than there’s the girl you see possibly even flirt with and than she goes all “yeah I’m totally straight” on you, and you’re like no boo, no you’re not. They exist in Hollywood too, celebs who on the street you would TOTALLY think were gay. Some of these ladies totally are *closet* and some shockingly are totally straight.

Detective Benson. Detective Benson. Ms. Benson. The way you handle that gun. The way you handled Elliot all those seasons. That hair…yous a lil gay.

Ok so. I think. We can all safely say. Missie. Is. A. Homo. Don’t even try and debate me on this. I have years of video to dispute the hell out of your theory. But. She hasn’t come out. Therefore she’s on this list.

O Ellen Paige you so cute. O Ellen Paige you kinda lesbianic. Lets be honest. And I am kind of crushing. So you know if you do ever want to make it official. The contact info is all here.

The Queen herself. Jennifer Beals got her start as a dancer…WELDER in Flashdance. Welder. Bette. That is all.

Like a boy eh? Or…like a lesbian?

Rumor has it that both her and Will are gay. Rumor has it. I believe it.

Maybe it’s because I’ve had a serious crush on Eve since I was in middle school. Maybe it’s the bear paws on boobs. Maybe its the fact that she’s gorgeous. Maybe this is all just wishful thinking. But come on. You’ve totally maybe suspected Eve was just a tad bit weensy bit gay. Maybe.

So I thought Robyn was gay. The internet told me differently. My b. Love you boo.

Aight all jokes aside. Shane. Kate.I would like to (we) would like to ask you to kindly come out. I believe that everyone should be entitled to their private personal lives. But when you are a celebrity who has played such an iconic lesbian role. I do feel like you owe it to all of the kids coming out; girls watching The L Word in bumfuck back woods America. I do think you owe them the visual of seeing one of their icons be out of the closet and ok with it. You don’t have to go all Ellen on us. But noting the fact that you are not ashamed of who you are and that you fully embrace your sexuality is a message that needs to be broadcast. Young lezzies need to know that they shouldn’t have anything to fear. Plus I mean come on. You were Shane. SHANE. We accepted and still love you after playing one of the douchiest characters ever. You can come out now.

We all were in high school once. We all dealt with the drama associated with locker rooms. The sideways looks. The snickers. Girls are mean. And than we grew up, and we started dating each other. Likejesuswhatthefuck. Lesbians are some cliquey judgemental bitches. You try walking into a bar solo and tell me how many girls approach you. A straight girl could walk into a bar and instantly have men come a flocking. While this is obnoxious as shit, it also speaks volumes to the differences between men and women. And the whole dating game. Now. I did say segregation. And yes I am implying that lesbians while not only being bitchy cliquey are also a tiny bit racist. Yes. I said it. I dropped the R word.

Maybe because I grew up with white parents. Maybe because my family is just this giant mix. Maybe…there are a million maybes but race just isn’t that important to me. But one can go to any lesbian party and see a very strong racial presence. It swings one way or another. I feel like this a lot more apparent in Brooklyn.

I personally don’t leave Manhattan very often to party. There are many reasons for this but the main points are 1. I feel completely ostracized by both white and black Brooklyn queers. 2. Cliqued the fuck up. Trying to make friends at Metropolitan is like trying to convince TI not to buy a gun.
Here’s the thing. While I may be black my background is Jewish. My parents are from Long Island. I have black family members, but I was raised by a big ol crew of white. Growing up black kids often made fun of me; for how I spoke. You know, white.
Thankfully we grew up and thankfully we grew up in one of the most accepting places around. We were inundated from an early age with racial mixes, our friends having gay parents, and super liberal politics. A house party in my hometown threw together everyone. It was not rare to see “gangstas” hanging out with preppy lacrosse players.

Now there are many people who advocate that black babies should not be adopted by white couples. I did just say that I am black yet culturally a Jew. There are things invalid in that statement. My ancestors, my blood ancestors are not Jewish. As much as I know is that my birth parents are southern Baptists. They were raised in Louisiana, and there are voodoo roots in my mothers side. So no. My blood is not Jewish. But I have no connection to these people. My past the past that existed before I did that is what my makeup is. But it is not what I know. It is not what 22 years of my life have been spent living. There is no disconnect inside of me. I have never met anyone that looks like me. No not on the street. I mean in the sense of family. It is obvious to me that am different. But it is more glaringly obvious that I was given up. That the parents that raised me are the ones who wanted me. And therefore embracing their background only seems right. It matters.

So that is my back story. When I enter a space race is something that I see automatically. All white. All black. Mixed. Its always a point of interest. Now. I said racist earlier. Calling someone a racist is obviously a very strong statement. But what else can I call it when obvious discrimination occurs?

I have always been a bit confused by all black groups. Clubs, associations etc. I do more than anything feel like cultures should be celebrated. But I feel like there is a big difference between celebrating where you come from and isolating yourself from other cultures. Why can’t you celebrate who you are and where you came from yet still date outside of your race? The looks I receive from certain members of the black community when they see me with a white woman is baffling to me. If we are supposed to be a generation of understanding a generation of slaughtering the ignorance of the generations before us why are we still judging each other so hard?

Brooklyn in itself is changing. Its becoming gentrified. We all know this. We all see it. College kids and young adults will flock to where its cheap. Poor neighborhoods in Brooklyn are perfect starters for someone needing cheap rent and wanting to be surrounded by most of their friends. You know that word Brooklyn queers like to throw around a whole lot: community. This isn’t only happening in Brooklyn, its occurring all over the country. I briefly lived in Ann Arbor, Michigan (long story) and met a shit ton of kids that had just relocated to Detroit. Now no offense to anyone who grew up there but Detroit is fucking scary. We are talking daily murders, poverty, gang violence, drug wars…when I was living there, there was a grocery shortage. Groceries were being dropped by air. This isn’t some Mr. Rogers shit. Detroit is as real as real can get. So who is moving on in? Hipsters. Kids in bands. People making their own community while ignoring the one that is already there and suffering. White kids. So there is than an anger riled up in those already living there. Black people. Making race relations worse. And in essence keeping things very black or white.

I can not hear about your white guilt. I’m glad you had 4 years tucked away at your liberal arts school where you could talk about this shit with other upper middle class white kids but look. No black person wants to hear that crap. Rude? Tough. Its the truth. You know what you should be guilty about the fact that you moving into the neighborhood just set in motion the wheels of those who have lived there long before you, eventually being forced to move.

America is a melting pot, we’ve been hearing that since what kindergarten? But in our community I do not see this melting going on. I see very strong LGBT communities developing and thriving. But they are exclusive. We all know how badly the straight world can be to us. So why are we so ready to draw lines and barriers amongst ourselves?

I’m offering no more than my opinion, the way life has been presented to me, the way it unfolds in my eyes. I am serving up points of interests. Topics of conversation, how do you feel? What do you want from our generation? Racial, socially, we have all grown up in a time of both overwhelming acceptance and undeniable intolerance. Maybe there is no life for humans on Earth without some form of segregation.

When I was growing up I would go out and hear people snicker, I would see them point as I held one of my parents hands. It was not rare for people to voice how they felt about this little black child being “forced” into a white world; being white washed. I feared those people they came off as such angry parasites. When I looked up to the person holding my hand I saw love. Not race. And to a child who otherwise would have been left to foster care system of the utmost disfunction that was all I ever needed.

So I hate Thanksgiving. I enjoy the epic night before and I enjoy the cray cray madness that is Black Friday. But turkey day? Not so much. I won’t deny seeing family is awesome, but once you’re the kid of a divorce that shit gets old quick. Thanksgiving hopping when you don’t eat any Thanksgiving foods is like a contestant on the biggest loser being asked to run the New York Marathon on Day 1. Yes. Its that hard. I’m also terrified of birds. Like really super duper scared. When I lived upstate I was in the car rolling into town when all of a sudden this giant feathered meteor hit the car. I was like WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT FUCK WAS THAT?!? Uhm I’m sorry I missed the memo that turkeys could fly. And as that mother fucker stared me down and as I got out of the car and started running I thought fuck you Mr. Turkey. FUCK. YOU. See you in November.

So I got to thinking. What am I really truly thankful for?

1. The fact the Subway doesn’t ever (usually) stop running. Think about it. All of our drunk asses can get to and fro with having to worry about anything more than not falling onto the tracks. Which I am super shocked doesn’t happen like ALL the time. MTA I complain about you a hellofalot but you know what I heart you. And thats the only time I’m gonna tell you.

2. Acceptance. Look I am pretty different. I get the fact that people may not know what the fuck to do with a Six foot one Jewish Quaker Gender Queer Black…thing. But I get shit for it so much less than it would seem on paper. It means the world to me that I can go to my favorite “straight” bars and feel just as accepted as I do in gay PBR land. I know that we haven’t gotten to point of full and total welcoming and understanding for the LGBT community. But daily. I’m feeling the love. And I love it.

3. Beyonce

4. The Chinatown Express. The China Bullet. The Sketch Mobile. You know what I’m talking about. The good ol Chinatown bus. Now shit is dangerous. You may or may not get a seat even though you paid. You may have to: endure a random cat, sit next to imitation crab, deal with 5 other people in a 3 seater, sit on a milk crate in an aisle…but you know what? You will get to you destination in a least 45 minutes less than you thought was possible. Bring a six pack. Calm your nerves. Being able to pay 10 bucks to get the fuck out of town is a ok by this kid.

5. Dollar Pizza. Ever gone to get a regular slice at a pizza place in Manhattan? Shit is upwards of $3.50. Fuck. That. Shit. 2 slices and a soda for $2.75. All day erryday.

6. The fact someone got drunk enough to invent this: 7. And this: That would be a garbage plate and a Fat Bitch kids. Look it up. So much better than fucking turkey and stuffing.

8. The fact beer in Washington Heights is so god damn cheap. More importantly the fact that pennies essentially do not exist up here. Quarters and Dollars folks. The way life should be. No tax at the bodega.

9. This:

10.THANKSGIVING BEING HERE MEANS CHRISTMAS IS COMING. CHRISTMAS. AND HANUKKAH. I am so happy that I get to celebrate both. Because lets be honest other than the marathon of presents thing Hanukkah has going for it, the Christmas spirit be the bestest spirit. Plus any Jew will probably be the first to tell you at least half of those presents would only fly as stocking stuffers.

So have a happy day of thanks. Aka get stuffed and watch some football. I will be ordering Chinese, drinking booze, and watching those unstoppable Packers. Jesus Green Day what the fuck is in your Kool Aide?

Your on it. I’m on it. That chick at the bar you’re trying to avoid eye contact with at all costs; she’s on it. You know what I’m talking about. We’re all sippn the OkKoolAide. OkCupid what have you done to us?

So no part of me is embarrassed to be on this…social networking dating extravaganza? I’m not even sure what the hell OkCupid has become. It is quite a way to spend the night post bar. Going home alone? No worries there are thousands of people online just. like. you.

We are a generation filled with narcissists. Face it. You care. You care a whole lot. People “liking” your status on Facebook just wasn’t enough. I get it. Plus Myspace doesn’t exist anymore so the whole sending someone that you don’t know a random message can’t happen. Side bar:

FACE BOOK IS NOT A DATING WEBSITE. YOU MESSAGING SOMEONE THAT YOU ARE NOT FRIENDS WITH IN THE HOPES OF GETTING A DATE IS CREEPY.
C. R. E. E. P. Y.
…in case you never got that notification.

OkCupid is the result of our childhood dreams coming true. It is everything we ever practiced for. We started with Xanga but that shit got old quick. Then a new girl came to town; Live Journal you provided so much space for us to get out our middle school angst. We could just type it out and watch it magically appear as an internet hard copy. It was the closest many of us could get to being published. Our words were etched in internet glory, forever more. But eventually we got over our angst (starting taking zoloft) and just in time for our raging hormones Myspace came to town. Myspace was, essentially the coolest online bar ever for a good few years… Well, as long as you weren’t one of those kids who thought it was all peachy to meet strangers in back alleys in which case, RIP.

Myspace got shit right. We had music, coast to coast hotties, weird self validating groups, OTHER GAY PEOPLE, profile personalization, fights…*sigh* don’t lie, Myspace was internet heaven. But then some dude named Mark gut punched Tom and we all jumped ship to Facebook.

Now I love me some FB. Aside from the fact that all my relatives are now on it and I now know that my grandmother knows WAYYYY too much. But something about Facebook is missing. For some reason Myspace was sexual. There was absolutely nothing wrong with sending someone a message and being like: omgyouliketheusedtooyoursidebangsaresohawtletsgetmatchingtatoodandtakepicturesofeachothetholdingsignswithheartssothrworldcanseethatwereinlove.

Facebook is lacking the sexy. But thankfully OkCupid brought ze Sexy Back. Speaking of where the fuck has Justin Timberlake gone?

Really though. Justin Beiber is not a good enough replacement. Like not even close.

Anyway. Moving right along. Why are we all so obsessed with being immediately validated. Whether it be for our looks, music taste, or insanely witty profiles? Why do we need to find love online? Except wait. I’m sorry, hol up excuse me people aren’t looking for loprofiles any profiles have you read that specifically state that said individual is not looking for a relationship? Like 90% of all Okcupid profiles.

It’s like the assumption is: of course I can be on OkC, but it’s kind of a joke and I don’t expect to find love exceptI’m going to check my visitors section everyday anyway in hopes that (insert username) has totally been checking me out. If I were looking for love which I’m nooot I would do it the old fashioned way. Also don’t think that I’m here for casual sex, I’m not that girl.

So uh what the fuck are you doing?

Oh and then AND THEN theres that massive collection of people stating that they are actually super busy and probably won’t get back to your message unless you’re super worth it. O HAI I’m sorry who died and made you the dating worlds teenage dream. Your name aint Beiber bitch.

I am a firm believer in going in and going in hard (I don’t even want to hear the jokes forming in your sick sick mind) if I’m going to make a profile on yet another god damn website, I’m going to put some effort into it. What are these half ass one line profiles? Look mother fucker if you’re too cool you’re too cool but than you wouldn’t be here now would you? You are that girl at the bar, who stares people down until said person (you) start talking to her, buy her a drink and realize that she’s only really here to make you feel like you want her but can’t get her because she actually has absolutely nothing interesting to say and really only wants to get a few free drinks before she can go home feed her cat and than masturbate to her vinyl collection and Tumblr.

My favorite thing about OkCupid (besides the 5 star match search game GENIUS) is reading all of the bi girls complain about how many dudes hit them up. Because you know they actually secretly love it. O wait I lied hol up hol up my actual favorite part of OkC are the bat shit messages I’ve received. People really. REALLY REAALLLLLLLLY let their freak flags fly. Like o I’m sorry did you actually think this was a good way to get someone to respond to you? EVER? Friends. I give you the best OKC message. Ever:

*clapping.hands.with.shifty.eyes*…what if i look stupid sitting here clapping my hands for what appears to be no reason? Then what? Okay, in case you’re wondering at what point this will be relevant to you, that’s now. First things first…what part of BK you living? Seriously, it’s straight conservative where I be. Lucky you, lols. Secondly, riding a bike in NY is safe, if you have the stamina for it. Seriously, your death will come when you decided to slow down and ‘catch your breath’…lols. Just kidding. Maybe. Anyhoo, I likes adventures. I would say love but I’m a college student so, it doesn’t happen enough to change that. If you’re not turned off by randomness…say hola back. Just like that.
…wait
…what
…like
…really?

God its people like you who make internet dating seem so fucking weird.

Which leads us right into another post because it is Throwback Thursday after all:

It all started with a Robyn song…doesn’t it always?

It got me thinking.

We can hang out. We can chill. We can cuddlefuckpartykissmakeoutbond but we CAN NOT fall in love. How many times have you heard that one? Like actually directly: “Look I like you but this whole relationship; love shit, it aint goin down.” Which ok I get and I’m totally cool with but to a point. We’re young we should be dating and finding out what we want out of life never mind love but is there really something so terrible about just letting it happen?

Emotionally unavailable people blow. Always. In any form of relationship. I personally am a runner. I’ll own up to it. When things get too real when I could be blindsided. When a bitch could break my heart and leave me well…crying watching The Notebook and eating Papa Johns…wait. What? As I was saying – I’m gone. OUT. Haithiswasfunbutireallygottagonow. I’m working on it. I hear its called growing up. But while I am a runner I am not a heart waller. What is a heart waller you ask? A heart waller is someone who could very well be incredibly charming. They may be amazing. But their heart? Their heart is under lock and key. Try all you’d like. But sorry Charlie you are not allowed.

When our parents were our age bitches were MARRIED. Now I am by no means trying to wife anyone (unless…any takers?) but it is really interesting that the generation gap between us and our parents extends into love. Let’s face it us New Yorkers extend our youth as far as possible. Find me another city where its ok for people in their thirty’s to have roommates and no set partner. I’m by no means hating. But the speed of NYC, the pretenses of why most of us are here, it all sets us up for a super unloving way of life.

It also can not be ignored that for us gays the whole marriage thing was never an option until recently so we could kind of file it under #shitthatsnevergoingtohappen and be kiddie winks forever. But guess what homo’s? We can now. At least here in the tri state. Which means our parents can now apply the same pressure on us that they’ve been hassling our siblings with. That’s right. The Christmas is going to come, when mom is all so when are you going to stop going to that Cubby place and actually find a decent girl? Wham bam mom got real. So when are you? Hm?

I shall go back to my ever reliable source into the minds of lesbians OkCupid. My research (creeping) has left me scratching my head. OkCupid IS a dating site…implying that those on it are looking for…dates…and possibly (cover your lesbian ears) love. You’re like no way in hell am I meeting my future boo thang online. But let’s pause for a second. Is it less embarrassing to explain to mom and dad or any straight friend, that you two met plastered after drinking way too many 2 dollar margs (straight friends will understand) OR at a party with a word like, cunt, titty or finger in the title?

“I don’t know dad the dancers cleared off the stage at Truck Stop and I saw her standing there post lapdance and I was all fuck, mother of my unborn children. Right there.”

But back to the question at hand. Why is love so scuurry? I actually want to know. Why? What’s the problem? Being busy sucks. Being in school and constantly being busy and working a job sucks. Being stuck in a well for 8 hours sucks. Love, love sometimes sucks too. But all of those moments seem a bit less sucky when you can pick up your phone emoticon filled and all and see: Baby I <;3 you.

Ok its not that serious. But you know…winter is coming aka lesbian wifing season. I know you want someone to knit that scarf for and watch re runs of The L Word while playing with your brand new kitten. Don't even lie. You dream of that snow day.

Whenever things start to turn around. When rights are given to us that we have long since deserved. When public opinion slowly changes and gives way to acceptance and tolerance. Members of the group that have just been given this wonderful and glorious new chance at being “just like everyone else” go and fuck shit up. While I’m already mad at the hip hop community for propelling the use of words like fag and nigga and continuing to showcase women as trophies no more important than all of the bling, cars and drugs. Now, now hip hop had to deal me one more WHAT THE FUCK. We all know of Tyler the Creator and Odd Future. We’ve heard the raps degrading just about everyone. The music industry seems torn about whether to embrace this whole thing as a brilliant stroke of genius by a bunch of kids or calling it for what it is: a bunch of racist, homophobic, and sexist views put to dope beats and cloaked behind well dressed, (sometimes) well spoken and ultimately talented adolescents. Yes the talent is there. I don’t think that fact can be denied. But that talent does not take away from the message that is being broadcast.

There is no way in hell. NO way. That if Odd Future were a group of white kids the music world would be so open. The black hip hop community would flip the fuck out. Al Sharpton would have a press conference. Chris Brown would beat someone else up besides…ok you catch my drift. While Odd Future do not necessarily discriminate in their hate, they can only exist as a black crew. No white people will ever be added. You can mark my words. Because the minute a white MC steps onto the stage with Odd Future suddenly all of this wouldn’t seem so funny or creative. But what if a lesbian stepped up. O WAIT. O Future does have a lesbian MC. And guess the fuck what? She’s a misogynist fucking pig.

Syd the Kid. Syd the Kid. Syd the mother fucking Kid. You have to be kidding me. I get it, you hang with the boys. You like to fuck gorgeous girls just as much as they do. Ok cool. Up until right there I am a ok with your lifestyle. You would be just like thousands of other lesbians if it stopped right there. But I think you have forgotten that you do indeed pee sitting down. You are (as far as I know) a female identifying individual. Actually fuck that regardless of how you identify the fact is clear that you were born a female and you seem to not give two shits that everything you say and do are the actions that the gay and feminist community have been fighting so hard against for decades.

Here is her new video:

Queer. In the spotlight. Young queer in the spotlight. Young black queer in the spotlight. Young talented black queer in the spotlight. This is what you could bring to the table. You could show a community that hasn’t shown the best respect to the GLBT world that you were standing up. That you were being a voice to so many that have to remain silent. That you were going to play with the boys but stick to your own rules and hold the queer movement up. Why did you have to fuck this up?

Maybe you do identify as transgender. Maybe deep down inside you have always felt like a guy. Thats fine. But you know what. You aren’t a man. You are not presenting yourself to society as one. Instead you come off as a self hating female. You talk about bitches yet you are one. You are attempting to play a boys game but you are failing because it isn’t your game to play. Can there be strong female rappers? Yes. Can there be strong tran’s rappers and queer rappers yes of course there can be, and god I welcome a world where I can listen to musical acts coming from every end of the gender and sexuality spectrum. These “different” people have to enter a world where they are going to be seen as outsiders. Where they are going to have to fight tooth and nail for what credit a lot of male artists would get off the bat. Maybe you’re lazy. Maybe you don’t want to deal with the backlash so many female artists face from the industry. You seem to think by banning with a bunch of arrogant, ignorant, male assholes that you have made it. Guess what? You haven’t.

Maybe this is all from fear. We take the easy road so many times in life because we are afraid of what people will think or say if we do something so against the grain that it is recognized as “normal”. If you are an artist Syd the way you say you are, why don’t you look inside and work it out? Create. Learn. Gain something from seeing what life is like in the black community as a gay person and wanting to change people’s perspectives. In the meantime you are doing nothing more than taking a community down with you. As your gigs roll in look at the crowds you are playing to. Look at the people coming up to you after the shows. Get back to me and let me know how many GLBT groups are praising you for what you’re doing. Tyler and Odd Future may be cool with you. But how about the community you belong to? Or how about this. When you’re at a gig and the boys all go decide to take a leak and enter the mens bathroom, when that door closes in your face. In that moment. Don’t you realize that you are indeed, different?

We fight and we fight.
We will continue to fight.
And hopefully you Syd the Kid will grow the fuck up.